Washing dishes, where I do most of my best thinking, I realized how much inane stuff people post on their facebook pages. Not that this is any particularly searing insight, in itself. However, I wonder why we do this? Is it an attempt to justify one's existence? It is saying "my life isn't a total waste. Look at all this stuff I did today?" A pat on the back, reminding oneself that they'd done more than merely breathe and exist for another day?
Upon further reflection, might it not have the exact opposite effect? At some point, doesn't the inevitable, inescapable question "Look at how banal, uninspiring, and mind-numbingly monotonous a day in my life actually is" have to be answered. "And why, except for how boring someone else's life would have to be by comparison, would I ever imagine that that someone else might give even one iota of a shit about all this tremendously boring stuff I'm up to?" I mean, how completely horrible would someone else's life life have to be, for them to give even the tiniest of a shit?
Or are we all just so tremendously bored, that even the smallest of events seems mildly interesting, when we're bored to death, sitting in our cubes?
Perhaps it's just that we pay attention to our friend's activities, b/c their our friends?
I haven't figured it out yet.
And, hey, this isn't a criticism. I'm as guilty of this as anyone. Just wonder why.
And another thing: people who back into parking spots are weird. At the very least, they have a touch of OCD. Probably worse.
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